Each time his hand comes down on my ass, the pain quickly morphs into pleasure that shoots straight between my thighs. Kazuo drinks down my orgasm and goes for more. His hands grip my ass, lifting me off the counter a few inches and spreading me further apart. His tongue thrusts in and out of me, mimicking sex.
With each new thrust, all I can think about is replacing his tongue with his cock. To know what it feels like to be filled with Kazuo. In all my boy craziness, I’ve never craved sex. I wanted to know what a kiss might feel like, but I never actually saw one of the boys at the campus next door and imagined being with them. Even when I touched myself, I always imagined a faceless man—but not anymore. Now that face is crystal clear.
Kazuo.
I push back, trying to meet each of his thrusts. “Greedy,” he growls against my ass right before he spanks me again.
I whimper. “Please,” I beg. “I need more.”
“My little whore wants to get off again.” Another whimper leaves me at his tone. Why does thinking about being his whore turn me on so much? He said that the last time he spanked me too. My mind kept playing it over and over in my head.
“Yes, Kazuo. I want to be your whore.” As soon as I speak those words, his mouth stops. “Kazuo.” I panic, not wanting this moment to be over. My body is buzzing with the need for another orgasm already. The ache has returned worse than before. I can’t even think straight at this point.
I try to glance over my shoulder to look back at him, but he moves before I can. In a flash, he has me flipped over and his shirt ripped from my body. I lie across the counter on full display for him. My legs dangle over the side with him standing between them. I’m thankful for the chill of the countertop. My whole body is on fire with need.
“You’re going to be mine.” His rough fingers run up my thighs. My back arches, my body wanting to be even closer to him, but he’s still too far away. I want every hard inch of his body to be pressed against me. To be pinned under him for his taking.
“Please,” I beg.
One of his hands slips further up to cover my sex while his other goes for the belt of his pants.
Oh, shit. I really did push him further this time. Is he going to take me right here on the kitchen counter? It’s not how I pictured my first time being, but right now, I couldn’t care less. I ache to be filled with him.
I watch as he frees his cock from his slacks, taking himself into his hand to stroke himself. His other hand that is still cupping my sex slips up my mound, his fingers spreading my folds apart to reveal the small bundle of nerves that is already begging for his attention.
My eyes zero in on his cock. I swallow when I see the size of him. I’m a small girl. Sure, I’ve got some curves, but I’m not sure I can take him. That doesn’t stop me from letting my legs fall open more. I’m willing to give it a try.
I lick my lips when a small bead of precum forms on the angry red tip. He must ache the same way I do. How has he been able to hold back all this time? I know he wants me, which makes me realize that Kazuo has been putting my needs first. He’s been pushing away his own desires to make sure I’ve been getting what I need. I latch on to the hope of that being true. Men in this life never put their women first. Could my Kazuo be different? Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to him.
“Kazuo.” I push down as he grazes his dick against my sex, smearing his cum into my skin. More starts to leak from the head of his cock.
“Need to mark you,” he grits out.
“What does–” I gasp when he drags the head across my clit as he starts to pump his hips. His cock thrusts in and out of his hand. With each thrust, it slides along my clit, causing me to moan out his name.
“Touch your tits, little rebel,” he orders. I cup my breasts. My hands don’t compare to his, but they’ll have to do since both of his are busy. “Do it like I do it.”
I pull at my nipples the same as he always does. “You’re such a good little girl when I’m playing with your pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan in agreement.
“Bad girls don’t get their pussies played with.”
“Kazuo!” I hiss. His dirty talk is too much. Who am I kidding? All of it is.